Thanks for all the well-wishes over the past few days.
This last week has seriously been NO FUN!
My shoulder/arm started getting sore last Friday. I spent 2 days working on whittling down and reorganizing my food stockpile so I chalked it up to just an overworked, tired arm.
But the arm kept feeling worse days after I stopped working on that chore.
Until it got to the point where I couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in.
After 2 days/nights of not sleeping more than 2 hours total I had DH take me to the ER.
2 hours later I left there feeling the same. They took a couple of x-rays of the shoulder and nothing showed up fractured or broken so the ER doc(who looked about the age of Doogie Howser) patted me on the head, gave me 1.5 days worth of Percocet and said to see my family doc if I didn't improve in the next 2 days.
2 more days of agony/non-sleep and I was in my family doc's office.
He diagnosed me with Bursitis, put me on an arthritis med and hooked me up with Mr. Vicodin for a few more days.
2 days later and I'm finally feeling human again. The shoulder is still sore but better and I can at least sleep now.....and type with 2 hands again!
Of course, all this happens at the end of the March when I have some coupons, ECBs and RRs left to use before they expire....so they expired.
At least DH was home this week from work. I feel bad he spent most of his week taking care of me and carting me around in the car since I couldn't drive but I'm thankful he was here. The sullen teens would have just ignored me and my needs. How do I know? The few times I asked them for a hand, I got the usual eye rolls and sighs. I had better make darn sure I won't need to live with them when I get old and decrepit!lol
All I can say is I'm glad I got the taxes all done before the shoulder went.
And that Getting Old Sucks when you aren't well....